Colonel Luo was very efficient, having Zhaxi deliver the medicine before dinner. Qingshan casually threw it into the dormitory and entered the space. Luo Wenyuan's eye was injured, so she had to write a prescription and boil the medicine at the same time.

In the past few years, Qingshan has bought many things for the space like an ant moving house, including a clay stove for boiling medicine, earthenware jars, a small stone mill, a small medicine pestle, bottles and jars of various sizes, pots and pans, and bamboo baskets.

Many of the things here were taught to her by Lao Ma. Lao Ma is the bald old man that Qingshan met in Bauhinia Park shortly after his rebirth. He is a very capable man.

It was during that time that Old Ma learned many agricultural skills, including making clay pots, forging iron, and weaving bamboo baskets. Ma Shengli had assumed that this would be his lasting home in the countryside, and that he would return to the city to continue working in the factory. However, Ma Shengli never forgot his farming skills, and sometimes, when his hands itched, he would pick up some reeds and cattails to weave mats and cattail fans.

Once, Chen Qingshan was delivering Panax notoginseng powder to the Zou family and happened to meet Ma Shengli there. During their conversation, Qingshan realized the old man's skillful hands. He happened to have a lot of bamboo in his space, and he had been wondering how to use it, so he took the opportunity to learn the weaving craft from Ma. Ma, retired and bored at home, found it convenient to teach Qingshan handicrafts to pass the time. With one person diligently teaching and the other diligently learning, Qingshan actually learned a lot.

Old Ma was very fond of Chen Qingshan because he was smart and clever, and he could learn anything quickly. The two of them became close friends regardless of age. Whenever Qingshan needed something, he would tell Old Ma, and he would usually make it. Even the steel needle Qingshan used now was made by Master Ma.

Qingshan pondered the prescription for a long time in the space, wrote several and tore them up. She still felt that there was something strange about the poison in Luo Wenyu's wound, and planned to take a closer look tomorrow.

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The lights in the kitchen were on brightly. Four soldiers and three college students started preparing breakfast for the soldiers before five o'clock. Xuan Xuan was on night shift today, so she could sleep in.

Xiao Hu, his face covered in flour, kneaded the dough and asked Hong Tao, "Hey, squad leader, do you feel any better after taking the medicine? Have you lost weight?"

Xiao Mao tsk-tsk-tsked, "Xiao Hu, you're asking stupid questions. The squad leader just took some medicine yesterday and he's already lost weight today? What kind of medicine is that? It's so magical!"

“That’s right—!”

"Xiao Mao, you're right. When I woke up this morning, I really felt that the flesh on my stomach had become softer. I might be losing weight!"

"Hey, monitor, I think this is just a psychological effect. Classmate Chen also said that you need to drink for a while before you can lose weight."

"Oh, yes, yes, hey, why are you all looking at me? Hurry up and get to work!"

Xuan Xuan and the others went to the farm yesterday and didn't see Qingshan making medicine. They heard from Xiao Mao about Qingshan helping Squad Leader Hong lose weight.

"Qingshan, this is really amazing, can he lose weight when he's so fat?" Li Lulu whispered to Qingshan while picking vegetables.

Qingshan Yile knew that she was worried that if Squad Leader Hong couldn't lose weight, she would lose face.

"It should be effective, but you have to drink it for a while."

Wu Jiaying's face flushed red, and she finally mustered up the courage to ask Qingshan, "Qing, Qingshan, do you have any way to make people fatter?"

"It's not that easy to gain weight, just eat more next time!"

"It's no use. I, I can't gain weight no matter how much I eat..."

Qingshan knew that Wu Jiaying had a weak physical foundation, a weak spleen and stomach, and insufficient ability to transport, transform and absorb food. No matter how much he ate, it would be difficult for him to gain weight.

"Jiaying, your situation is different. You mainly rely on food supplements. After the military training is over, I will find a way to make medicinal food for you. Don't worry!"

When Wu Jiaying heard Qingshan say this, her face turned even redder, and her eyes were brighter than ever: "Really? That's great, thank you, thank you!"

Li Lulu was not happy with this. "Hey, hey, hey, this is not right. Everyone who listens gets a share. We can't just let Jiaying eat it alone. Xuanxuan and I want some too!"

"Okay, the medicinal food is for Jiaying to grow fat, so if you don't mind getting fat, feel free to eat as much as you want!"

“…That’s too much!”

“Squad Leader Hong—!”

Fatty Hong was frying shredded potatoes with a big spatula. When he heard someone, he quickly turned around.

"Zhaxi, why are you here? Is there something wrong?"

Zhaxi is Luo Wenyuan's orderly. He is the only Tibetan soldier in the entire army. His two patches of highland red are very distinctive, so all the soldiers in the army know him.

"Sergeant Hong, Commander Luo's mess hall can't be opened today. Please have someone bring him breakfast later. Just... just have her do it!"

After Zhaxi finished speaking, he pointed with his finger, and seven pairs of eyes looked over there.

Qingshan chuckled dryly, his mouth twitching: "...Luo Wenyuan, can you come up with a better excuse to let me through? Do you think I'm not conspicuous enough in the army?"